Floating above the New Zealand sky
Traveling between cities
My ears feel heavy
People’s voice fade into a whisper
Clouds slide past the windows
Moving in the opposite direction of the plane
The wide Pacific lies beneath us
An ocean reflecting the sky
The plane feels like an origami boat
Gliding between two worlds
One made of water
And one made of light.
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Fatemeh Azimi
I write to translate feelings into words, poems, stories, and journal pieces inspired by healing growth, and moments that broke me but also built me again.
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